..but so many years
have been wasted
and what's left
is but fragments
and vestiges
of once-treasured
hopes and dreams
the past has broken loose
and spoken in derision
love is silent and forlorn--

how the heart
has forgetten
each moment
is so dear and precious
delicate and brittle
too prone to quicken
time is insidious
it takes away in envy
what we have neglected
it couldn't care less

it was spring then,
it sang it danced, it invited
us to share its happiness
its reaching out
was unrequited

and now l
ife is covered
with thickest snow
to walk upon
is to fall-- we've
nothing to hold
on --in the deadening cold

beauty has aged
and is weary
her eyes are deep-sunken
her heart is bolted
all love she has forgotten
she will not walk
the path of pain anymore
life has drawn
its line
and its curtain
has fallen.